“Do you mean....” I began, excitedly.
“Yes, I mean all the worst that may be in your thoughts, Bergwyn. And neither you nor Petrosch himself, nor anyone, might be able to save her in the mad mood that would prevail in such a crisis. It will be a very ugly time.”
“Do you think the other section will prevail?”
“Anything is possible in the present temper, Bergwyn.”
“Good God!” I exclaimed, intensely moved and alarmed by the thoughts which this admission suggested.
For a few moments we were silent.
“I think I ought to tell you why I thought you had come here,” said Nikolitch, breaking the pause. “Do you know there’s an old—old associate of yours here? Her name now is the Baroness von Tulken.”
“She came to me this morning.”
“She gave me to understand you were coming here on her account.”
I laughed. “It doesn’t amount to anything what she says.”